“Where there is great love, there are always miracles…. [They] seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.” (Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop)
Mysteries and Manners 
What a lovely photo. And I am intrigued by the prospects of reading Willa Cather’s novel, “Death Comes for the Archbishop.” Looks interesting. 🙂